Horbin decided to go to his parents first, because they were much wiser than him and they were always supportive of his endeavours.

"Hey Dad, I have this uh- this cat thing... and they're telling me that we're going to die? This seems like a pretty big deal."

Mrs. Gen stared at the liquid feline in front of her. "Son, I'm going to be honest, I have no idea what this is."

Kloey sighed. "Listen: we need a boat. Do you have a boat?"

"I think you should go ask the Finos about that. I'm sure Wilber could help," Mr. Gen suggested.